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#Chapter4

"Ugh." I grimaced at the pain coming from my forehead, specifically from my bruise. Out of the many surfaces and parts my face had, why did it have to be my egg-beaten forehead to hit the armrest?

Jaden's touch was so gentle that it had lulled me to sleep. Crazy, I know! When sleepiness attacked, it didn't matter whether you're facing a hot male celebrity or what.

I was about to put my hand to it, when I felt another hand do so. "You okay?" I saw him staring at me with his right hand on my forehead. I had to admit his action was somehow soothing the pain. Only if I could stay like this forever. But earth to Belle?

I turned my head away from him subtly. I couldn't stand his gaze. I was more concerned of my entire self than my little wound. I might not be able to control myself and suddenly jump on him. Haha! Hokage moves!

"Are you that sleepy? You bumped your head on the sofa arm." Ikr. He said with his right hand trying to reach my forehead.

I myself couldn't explain what happened as well, but I was sure I was flushing. I cleared my throat to give myself some chance to reason out while putting a little more distance between us.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you, but my friend's waiting for me." I'd like to tap myself for a good alibi I'd got, but it's actually true thinking that Cathy might have been seething because I had gone AWOL for some minutes. Exaggerated? No. If I was impatient, then she's my triple equivalent. "I know my way out." I stood up and bowed automatically. This practice was rubbing off on me and I liked it.  I took my purse and headed for the door.

"Wait." He was so quick that he had moved from my back to the side of the door smoothly.

I looked at him in a manner that's asking him to explain. He seemed hesitant with his hand on his nape. "You're leaving in my shorts?" He pointed at them.

"Oh, right." My goodness! My free hand automatically moved to my waistline.

"Yah! Chankanman. Igimeoya?" He turned around, his hands on my arms. He sounded out of breath.

"What?"

"You're not trying to undress in front of me, are you?" He turned to face me. "I mean. How could you undress in front of me?"

I was stunned. Was it raining stupidity and I didn't have any cover with me? Where's your brain when you needed it? "Did I?" I masked myself with apathy.

"Yes. Just a fair warning. I'm not into porn." He said smirking.

"Huh. In your dreams." I gotta give this guy some credits for being such a bully.

"Just a fair warning, too. I'm not into live shows." I huffed. Just because he's a celebrity didn't mean I couldn't fight back.

"Fair en—." The ping of the doorbell disrupted him. "That could be your kit." That's all and his back's already facing me. He had a pouch on his hand when he returned. "Let's get your skirt fixed." 

When we're settled on the sofa, I started sewing my skirt. Good thing that the buttons were complete or else it would be another story. Ten minutes later and I was done. I excused myself and changed into my skirt. I was folding the shorts he lent me when I heard my familiar ringtone.